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#its unfair how boyfriend shaped he is #like you can't tell me he doesn't give the best hugs and the best cuddles #what a man what a man what a man what a mighty good man

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No More Missions ~ Leon Kennedy

This came out very dialogue heavy and I don't really know how I feel about it. I had an idea, liked said idea, wrote said idea, and now I'm a little iffy on the turnout of said idea. I may end up deleting this later if I decide to try to rewrite it.

But I'm obsessed with Leon being a dad so this may lead to more dad Leon.

synopsis: you and Leon get into a fight about him still going on missions at his age.

word count: 2,869

warnings: dialogue heavy, a little all over the place (I feel), slight cussing, fighting just a smidge, grammar and spelling errors probably

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Leon pulled into the driveway, sighing as he shut off his car and leaned his head against the headrest, closing his eyes. 

He hated fighting with you. He knew that every couple had their quarrels and you two were no different, but you hadn’t had one this bad since the beginning of your relationship 15 years ago.  

It started with him coming home from his latest mission earlier today. You were making dinner as he walked into the house, the kids launching from their places on the couch and running into his arms. 

“Hey my little munchkins! You two behave for momma?” he asked as he kneeled and gave both a bear hug, his mission immediately being pushed from his mind. 

He held back a wince as Maggie’s head fell against his shoulder a bit roughly, smiling down at his daughter. 

“I’m always good for momma, daddy.” She told him and he chuckled. 

“I’m sure you are, Mag-Pie. Keeping your brother in check?” 

She nodded as Evan narrowed his eyes. 

“She’s lying. She threw a tantrum when mom asked her to pick up her toys and bring her laundry to the hallway.” 

“Well, that doesn’t sound like you were being good now does it, Mags?” Leon frowned at his little girl. The youngest shifted her gaze to the floor as she shook her head.  

“Don’t worry, dad. I had her apologize to mom for being a brat over something small.” Evan beamed. 

“Evan,” both you and Leon warned before Leon took over, “thank you for doing that but don’t call your sister a brat. It’s rude.” 

The three of them spent a little more time catching up before your voice piped up. 

“Dinner will be ready in five. Go wash up.” 

Maggie and Evan made their way down the hall before Evan paused in the hallway, “I’m happy you made it back, dad.” 

Leon smiled as he stood up, “I’ll always come back.”  

Evan continued down the hall as Leon picked up his duffle bag, heading into the laundry room and dropping it there to deal with later before walking into the kitchen, his arms wrapping around you as you finished up dinner. 

“How’s my wife?” he asked as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Better now,” you responded as Leon placed a kiss to your head, your hands moving to his shoulders where you squeezed causing Leon to inhale sharply. 

You pulled away; eyebrows furrowed. “You alright?” 

“Yeah. My shoulder is just a little messed up right now but it’s okay. It was taken care of.” 

“Messed up how?” You questioned, your hand coming up to the collar of his shirt, but he took a step back. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done and over with.” 

“Was it dislocated and popped back into place?”  

Your hand came up again, but Leon gently grabbed it, “it’s fine now. Drop it, okay.” 

“No, it's not fine, Leon and I will not drop it. What happened to your shoulder?”  

Leon pursed his lips, looking to see if the kids were around before dropping his voice, “I didn’t dodge a knife fast enough and got stabbed but it's fine. The doctor said it didn’t go that deep and all I needed was some stitches. I’m good as new now.” 

“Leon,” you groaned, hands rubbing at your face, “when are you going to realize you can’t keep going on these missions?” 

“don’t start.” He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the casserole out of the oven, placing it on the stove top to cool off as he shut off the oven. 

“You are 41 years old Leon. You cannot take a beating like you used to. You can't bounce back like you used to.” You started. 

Leon turned around to face you, “what are you saying? You want me to quit? Find some other job.” 

“I’m not saying that, Leon. I’m saying that surely you can talk to someone about not doing missions anymore. You could train and shape the next generation of agents.”  

Leon closed his eyes, “I can’t.” 

You swallowed hard, “why not Leon? Be selfish for once. Think about yourself and what you want for your family.”  

“I do this for my family. Every time I get a call to go on a mission, I think about you guys. I think about how gutted I would be if it was you guys in the area getting infected with these viruses. It always hurt me that these innocent people and families suffered but after I met you and became a father, that feeling intensified by a thousand because I can’t help but think what if it was any of you.” He told you. 

“Then do something about it, Leon. You won’t lose your skills, honey. If something were to happen, which it won’t, you’ll still be able to protect us.” You tried. 

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why is my job suddenly a problem? You knew when we got serious that my job was dangerous. You knew that it would take me away for weeks at a time. You didn’t care. Even when I asked you to marry me and said that I had no idea if my job would work out with a family, you said that it wasn’t important and if it happened, we would make it work.” 

“I didn’t expect you to be forty-fucking-one and still trying to be James Bond now did I? I figured by now you would’ve told them to either get someone else to do it or do it themselves.” You shot at him. 

“Well, I’m sorry for wanting to make sure that our kids don’t have to worry about the things I deal with in their future! You want our kids to have to have school drills for zombie attacks then fine! I’ll tell the government that I’m gone and to let the entire nation know about bioterrorism and to make sure to have kerosene and lighters at school so that way after the teachers shoot the zombies, they can light them on fire, so they don’t come back or evolve. After all, the kids have already seen their teachers shoot a dead person, might as well add to the trauma by finishing the job!” Leon shouted. 

“Oh my god, Leon! I’m not saying to let everyone know about it and to just throw in the towel! You’re not the only fucking agent out there taking care of these things and they didn’t stop recruiting agents for this after you so stop acting like it! You not going on missions is not going to set the entire nation ablaze!” 

Leon turned around, heading towards the front door, yanking his keys off the hook. 

“Where are you going?” you asked, slightly exasperated that your husband wasn’t seeing your point. 

“Out.” That was all he said before leaving. 

Leon found himself in the parking lot of the park that you guys tend to frequent.  

Before you two had the kids, Leon and you would walk the trail that went into the woods and after the kids came along, it was for the playground.  Leon had tried a couple of times to get Maggie and Evan to walk the trail but five minutes in there would be complaints of feet hurting so he surrendered that for now. 

He turned off the car and got out, locking the door and heading towards the trail. He needed to think.  

He couldn’t retire, well he could but not in good conscious. Plus, what would he do with himself when the kids were at school?  

Every time he got called for a mission, he didn’t want to go. Leon knew he was getting too old for this; his body told him that every day it seemed. But he did have a duty, whether he was forced into it or not. 

Before you, he did it for Sherry. And then you popped into his life, and he had someone else to fight for. Granted, he didn’t open up about Raccoon City and everything until three years after you guys got together. 

Leon doesn’t even remember what compelled him to tell you. He just had this feeling that you were the one for him, so he told you about the missions he’d been on despite them being secret. 

Then after you two got married and had Evan and Maggie, he had a family to protect from that fucked-up side of humanity. Not just his found family but his blood family too. 

Leon didn’t trust anyone else to protect them from that. He barely even trusted the baby monitors in the kids' rooms when they were babies, getting up every hour to check for himself that they were okay and there was nothing lurking in the bedroom. 

Could he really trust this next generation of agents to do what he does? 

But you had a point. 

He, along with Chris and Jill and them, were some of the best in their field. They had all been through hell over and over again, they should be able to say no. That they’re not doing these missions anymore. That they have people waiting at home for them and they’re not going to risk their necks anymore when there are younger rookies that can be trained to be as good as them and can become better than them. 

Leon could deal with training a bunch of rookies if it meant being at home with his family by five o’clock, maybe even earlier, and not leaving until he had to go to work.  

You were right and he felt awful for getting defensive instead of talking about it and seeing your side fully. 

Leon finally opened his car door and got out, shutting it as gently as he could before heading up to the front door, sticking his key in to unlock it -he always told you to lock it even if you knew he was coming home later- but the lock clicked before he could and the door opened, revealing his oldest standing in the doorway, looking upset. 

The yelling, Leon thought letting out a sigh, the kids have never heard us yell like that before, especially at each other. 

Leon opened his mouth to talk but Evan cut him off. “You made mom cry.” 

“You should be in bed Evan.” Leon said, grabbing the key from the lock. 

Evan ignored him, “I heard her while I was in bed. I couldn’t sleep. She finally stopped and when I came into the living room to ask her what was wrong, she was asleep. It's okay, dad. I covered her up and kissed her good night like you do.” 

It was true. If you fell asleep before Leon, which was often, he would cover you up and kiss you on your forehead before continuing whatever he was doing or climbing into bed himself. If you fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie, he’d move you to the bedroom but obviously Evan couldn’t do that at 8 years old. 

“Well, thank you Evan.” Leon stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. 

He could make out your silhouette on the couch. 

“Why did you make mom cry? You never make her cry. Not sad tears.” Evan whispered, trying not to wake you. 

Leon bent down to take off his boots, “I didn’t mean to.” 

“Is it because you yelled at her? You never yell at each other. You tell me and Maggie that we shouldn’t yell at anyone, especially you and mom.” 

Leon took off one of his boots before looking at Evan, “It probably is and no you shouldn’t yell at anyone. It's not nice and it can be scary sometimes. I don’t like yelling at you kids or your mom but today it just slipped out. And I don’t like myself for it because I should never yell at anyone, especially your mom.” 

“You’re going to apologize, right?” Evan asked and Leon nodded. 

“Mhmm. Cause you always apologize when you do something mean to someone.” 

Evan wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and Leon’s went around Evan. 

“I was scared I was gonna have to be mad at you for making mom upset,” Evan whispered, and Leon chuckled, pulling away. 

“You would’ve been right to be mad at me. Thank you for taking care of mom while I was gone but you need to go to bed now. You have school in the morning.” Leon kissed his forehead before sending Evan down the hall to his bedroom. 

Leon finished taking off his boots before quietly walking towards the couch where you were sleeping, crouching down next to you and brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. 

He didn’t want to wake you, but he had to talk to you and make things right.  

“Sweetheart,” his voice was quiet as he ran a hand through your hair. 

You stirred awake, “Leon?” you mumbled, eyes trying to blink away the sleepiness. 

“Yeah, it's me. Can we talk?”  

You nodded, turning to look at him as his hand cane to stroke your cheek. He opened his mouth to talk but you spoke first. 

“I’m sorry, Leon. I know it's your job and I appreciate the fact that you do this for our kids' future. I love that you do it for our kids' future. It’s just-” you felt tears well in your eyes as your hand came up to hold his wrist, “it's hard for me to watch you come home every time beaten and battered. It's hard to watch you leave in the middle of the night, waking up the kids to tell them that you’re leaving so you can at least kiss and hug them goodbye and tell them you love them in case it’s the last time you get to do it. I thought it was hard back when we first started dating but then when we had Evan and Maggie, it was even harder cause I watched you force yourself to leave every time because you had too.” 

You sighed as you leaned into his touch, your thumb stroking his wrist as his stroked your cheek. “I remember when you finally told me about Raccoon City, I thought how screwed up it was that you were robbed of any sense of normalcy. All I ever wanted for you was some sense of normal. I guess when you spent your first day on the job doing what you do though, it is considered normal. I just want what's best for you.”  

Leon’s hand moved to grab yours, “I know baby and I know it's not easy on you or the kids. As much as I hate it, I still do it for you guys. I’m scared that no one's going to be able to take care of this stuff like any of us do and I'd rather do it myself to make sure it gets done than risk that it doesn’t get taken care of. But you’re right. There’s no reason why we can’t be training these people instead of being out in the field.” 

You sat up as Leon smiled, “they owe me this much don’t you think. Not just me. All of us. I’m going to go in to work tomorrow just to talk to the big guns about this and then I think we should take a nice family vacation.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “you don’t have to- “ 

“No. I want to. I’ve been doing this for twenty years and even though I’m not going to be in the action, I’ll still be contributing to the government and the safety of the world.” 

You let out a giggle, “you sound like a superhero giving a speech,” you noted, and Leon scooped you up, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Guess that makes you the lucky lady that gets saved by the superhero.” He teased as he headed down the hallway to your bedroom. 

you rolled your eyes, “Mhmm. My hero,” your lips twitched at the corner, “your plate is in the microwave by the way. Didn’t want to put it in the fridge cause I figured you'd be back.” 

Leon placed you on the bed, pulling the covers over your body before pressing a kiss to your forehead, each cheek, and then your lips once more. “I’ll always come back. You go to sleep, and I'll be in bed in a few.”  

You just nodded, watching Leon leave the bedroom as you started to close your eyes again. 

Leon closed the door halfway before heading into Maggie's room, walking over and pressing a goodnight kiss to her forehead as he readjusted her blankets. He left her bedroom, peeking into Evan's room to make sure everything was okay before continuing to the kitchen.  

As Leon reheated his food, he sent a text to his boss. 

Need to talk to you asap. Tomorrow morning at 9. I'll be in your office. 

If he couldn’t get out until he was dead or retired, then he was going to at least work for the government on his terms. 

~~~

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I forgot how fine prince phillip from sleeping beauty was

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The Scooby Doo Show S01E02 - The Fiesta Host is an Aztec Ghost (1976) Hanna Barbera Productions

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I really hope everyone knows the game woodchips cause its going to be mentioned in my next writing...

And maybe another one cause I have another idea.

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As much as I would love to watch the devils game tonight, I've been up since four am and I desperately need to sleep.

#please devs im begging you to win tonight #let me wake up to happiness since todays been miserable

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mr d: who's sally jackson?

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Safe - Leon Kennedy

synopsis: After returning from a mission, Leon wants to make sure you're safe.

word count: 883

warnings: Leon sneaks into the reader's house, a teeny mention of injury, like one swear word, grammar/spelling mistakes.

*Please don't sneak into people's houses, thanks. I don't condone it. *

~~~

Leon quietly unlocked the door to your apartment, slipping inside and closing the door silently. 

He always felt weird doing this, coming in during ridiculous hours of the night after missions. 

You had given him a spare key to your place after you had slipped in the bathroom one time, stepping out of the shower while Leon was on his way over to pick you up for a date, smacking your head off the side of your tub. Leon had kicked in your locked door after you hadn't opened the door when he knocked or answered his phone call, finding you unconscious on the bathroom floor which sent him into a panic. 

You handed him the spare key when you got home from the hospital, telling him to use it in the future and not his foot but you were grateful he did break down your door to help you out. 

Leon didn’t come in to be creepy but sometimes, sometimes, when he was getting back at stupid hours of the night and he didn’t want to wake you with a phone call -which was his usual method of making sure you were alright when it wasn’t two in the morning- he would come over, checking to see that you were there, sleeping in your bed, perfectly fine and looking peaceful as ever. 

He just needed that reassurance that you were safe. That’s the only thing he wanted in life. 

Still in his tactical gear, he made his way down the hall as silently as he could, knowing your entire floor plan like the back of his hand. 

As he approached your bedroom door, Leon lightly pushed it open, eyes immediately going to your bed that was pushed against the wall in the corner, laying in the middle but slightly closer to the wall, your back towards him. 

He let himself relax a bit at the sight, staying there for a couple of minutes to burn this into his mind so he wouldn’t have to think about the horrors he just endured. 

You were here. You were safe. Nothing could hurt you. 

Leon snapped back to reality when he saw you roll over, eyes opening slightly before you jumped, eyes widening as you pushed yourself against the wall. 

Leon tensed, a feeling of dread taking over as he realized you had just caught him, in your apartment, without your permission, at 2 AM, just staring at you. 

He froze as he imagined the next few moments playing out in his mind. You’d yell at him, calling him a creep and telling him to get out of your life, to stay the hell away from you. 

He watched as you put a hand to your chest as you let out a breath, his mouth going dry as his mind desperately tried to think of a way to explain himself. 

“Jesus Leon,”  

“I’m sorry. I was just- I’m leaving,” he said quickly, turning away but your voice stopped him. 

“What? Why?” He turned to see your eyebrows furrowed and Leon felt his heart swell as he watched you lift your comforter slightly, “come to bed.” 

Leon hesitated, “I don’t know, princess. I haven't really showered yet, so I smell and I- “  

“Leon, I haven't seen you in almost two weeks and it's late and I just want to spend some time with you even if it's just us going to bed. I’ll be damned if a little BO is going to stop me from cuddling with my boyfriend.” You told him. 

Leon sighed as he stepped into your room, unlacing his boots and sliding them off, setting them by your desk before taking off his tactical gear and draping it over the back of your chair, taking extra care to put his gun and knife on your desk. 

He made his way over to your bed, you scooching closer to the wall so he could climb in, a smile on your face as he slid under the covers next to you, the denim of his jeans brushing against your bare legs. 

You cuddled into his chest, letting out a hum of approval as you felt Leons body relax, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath, letting himself bask in your warmth and presence, feeling the lack of sleep from his mission finally catching up to him. 

“Missed you, bubs,” you whispered, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. 

“Missed you too, princess.” He slurred, sleep approaching him fast as his eyelids got heavier with each moment. 

He felt you starting tracing random shapes on his arm as you mumbled, “you’re here, you’re safe, nothing can hurt you,” over and over. 

You didn’t know exactly what Leon’s job was, just that he worked for the government and whatever he did would take a toll on him negatively and was considered highly dangerous. He appreciated that you respected the fact that he couldn’t tell you anything and that despite not knowing anything about the terrors he went through, you were there to provide comfort and take his mind off it.  

Leon dropped his lips to your head, pressing a kiss there as he pulled you impossibly closer. 

He was safe and, most importantly, you were safe. 

Those were the only things that mattered to him. 

~~~

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Tradition - Leon Kennedy

synopsis: Leon decides to restart a tradition on your 21st birthday that your brother used to do

word count: 2,494

warnings: mentions of death, drinking, and drug use (the drug use mention is just in conversation, swearing (just in case because I can't remember), and spelling/grammar errors, i think that's it

~~~

Leons eyes scanned over the build a bear, trying to decide which one to grab. 

It started as a tradition with your brother. Your brother was 10 years older than you and when you were first born, your dad had taken him to the store to get you a toy. 

“Every baby needs a stuff animal, dad,” Andrew had said as he dragged your father through Toys R Us. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down buddy, she's not going to disappear.” Your father laughed as your brother carefully examined each animal carefully. 

He had settled on a wolf, claiming that it’s the perfect stuffed animal for a baby. 

Your dad didn’t really understand why he thought that, thinking that a cat or dog or even a unicorn would've been a bit better, but Andrew was firm in his decision. 

Your dad found out a few months later why Andrew had thought that when he went in to check on you one night when he heard you crying, seeing that your brother was holding you as he sat in the rocker, wolf in hand. 

“You’re okay, squirt. I'm here. Nothing's ever going to hurt you while I'm here. And if I'm not here, that’s why you have wolfy. Cause wolfy’s going to protect you from all the bad dreams and monsters under the bed and everything in between if I'm not able to.” 

After that, every year on your birthday, Andrew got you a stuffed animal and when you got too old for stuffed animals, well, he still got you one, just left it on your bed when you weren't there and gave you another gift that wasn’t a stuffed animal. 

Leon had met your brother in high school when he was a senior and Leon was a freshman. Andrew had walked past some juniors who were picking on him, and he stopped, shoving them away and telling them to fuck off, taking Leon under his wing for the rest of the year. 

You will never forget the first time you met Leon; he opened the passenger side door to your brother's car, climbing in and noticing the booster seat in the back. 

“We just gotta pick up my little sister then I can drop you off.”  

Leon nodded making himself comfortable and before he knew it, he was watching as little seven year old you run up to Andrew throwing his arms around you as he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back down, taking your hand and leading you to the car as you talked about, what Leon assumed, your day. 

Ben opened the door for you, letting you climb in and buckled yourself up and that’s when you noticed the blonde sitting in the front seat, immediately going shy. 

“Y/n, this is Leon. Leon, this is y/n.” 

Leon smiled at you, giving a wave, “hi.” 

You sent a shy wave back before turning to Andrew. 

“He’s just coming over to hang out for a while, squirt. Play some video games.”  

You nodded before turning your attention to your lap as Andrew shut the door, climbing back into the driver's seat before turning up his music. 

You saw a lot more of Leon after that, greeting him with a hug every time he stepped in the door before dragging him towards your room to see whatever new thing you did with it or the new thing you just colored. 

You’d spend your days chilling on the couch as him and your brother played video games, reading a book or doing whatever. On occasion, Leon or Andrew would let you sit in their lap and hand you the controller, helping you play as the other let you shoot him or pass him in Mario kart but mostly you just watched, just wanting to be in the presence of your brother and his friend. 

And then the accident happened. 

You had called Andrew in tears, wanting to be picked up from the party you had snuck out to, and he dragged himself out of bed at 11 pm, grabbing his keys and heading out the door. 

“I told you not to go to that damn party. Those people are nothing but trouble,” he scolded you as you sniffled in the passenger seat. 

“I just wanted to break out of my shell,” you told him, wiping your hands across your cheeks to get rid of the tears. 

“That’s fine and all but can't you do it somewhere else. I know I saw at least three kids doing lines on that coffee table when I went in to grab you.”  

“I wasn’t doing them! All I did was have one drink! Besides your one to talk! The only good guy you hang out with is Leon!”  

“I never said I didn’t do anything stupid. I've made my mistakes and learned from them. I was hoping that you would've learned from my mistakes too,” he waited at a red light, turning towards you, “there's nothing wrong with going out from time to time but you don't go alone. Bad things happen all the time and people can lie.” The light turned green, and Andrew eased off the brake and onto the gas, “I'm just trying to keep you safe, squirt. You’re my little sister and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.” 

Abd that was when the car came from his side, running the red light.  

You couldn’t even get the words out before the car made contact. 

You don’t remember it all that well, you remember your parents pleading, you remember Leon visiting you, and you remember when Leon was outside the door with your sobbing parents before he came in to tell you that Andrew wasn’t able to pull through.  

“I'm so sorry squirt. Andrew…” he took a breath, “he didn’t make it.” 

You never cried so hard in your life. 

Leon remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers your parents being so torn up and he offered to tell you the news, having been in the police academy and working for the government., he figured it would be easier for him to tell you. 

Sure, it would be hard cause he's known you for ages and Andrew was his best friend, but he could push through. 

 He never could've prepared himself for your cries though, how heartbreaking it was. 

Later that night, after you had fallen asleep, Leon looked at his messages with Andrew, a tear sliding down his cheek as he read one that was sent just a week ago. 

If something ever happens to me Leon, take care of squirt for me please. She needs someone by her side in this world who will protect her from the bad and push her towards the good. 

Leon looked up towards the ceiling, “Don’t worry, man. I'll keep her safe,” he whispered. 

And now here he was in build a bear at 28 years old, trying to find which bear to get you for your 21st birthday. 

“Daughter, niece…” Leon jumped at the worker who appeared next to him, “sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you.” She apologized, laughing slightly. 

“You’re fine. I just- it's for a friend. It's her birthday today and I thought maybe I’d get her one.” He gestured towards the animals, and she smiled. 

“Well, is there anything you know she would like in particular?”  

Leons mind raced as he tried to think of your favorite animal or character or something and then he saw the perfect one. “I think I do.”  

**

Leon let himself into your apartment with his spare ley, knowing you wouldn’t be home yet. He honestly hated where you loved.  

Two years ago, when you told him you had gotten your own place and needed help moving, he was excited for you, helping you pack up and load up a U-Haul and your car before he drove the truck to the address. 

“I know it's not the most ideal place for me to be but it's what I can afford at the moment, so I'll make do.” You shrugged as Leon took it in. 

 It was on the sketchier side of town, and he immediately could see every bad scenario in his head. “I wish you invited me to go apartment hunting with you,” he told you honestly as you unlocked the door. 

“You were busy, and I had the money saved up for this. I know it looks a little…” 

“Sketchy,” 

“Yeah, but I promise it's not that bad. There's been no break in or murders- “ 

“In case you forgot squirt I used to be an officer,” 

“Recently,” you added with a sheepish smile, before fully tuning to him, “I'll give you a spare key if that will make you feel better.”  

Leon sighed as he made his way towards your bedroom, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from your kitchen as he did. He scribbled a note before placing it on your bed along with the build a bear box, before making his way out. 

He relocked the door behind him, giving a smile to one of the neighbors who was watching him.  

**

You walked up the steps to your apartment, exhausted and fumbling with your keys as you approached the door.  

“There was a man in your house,” your neighbor, Willie, piped up and you whipped your head to look at him.  

“I'm sorry?” 

“I saw a man come out of your house earlier today,” he repeated, “kind of big, dirty blond hair, wearing a leather jacket,”  

You let out a breath, “he's fine. That’s just Leon. I've known him since I was a kid.” You informed him. 

“That’s good. I was nervous for a minute that you had some peeping tom who snagged a key to your place somehow.” Willie smiled and you laughed. 

“Yeah, he likes to stop by sometimes. Check up on me. Surprised you never noticed him before.”  

Willie grin just widened, “I try to keep my nose out of everyone's business. That’s Jeff’s job to snoop.” 

You laughed at the mention of the man down the hall who always seemed to be wanting to know everything about everyone to tell everyone else. 

“Well thank you for looking out for me,” you said as you opened your door. 

“of course, miss. Just making sure everyone's safe.” 

You gave him one last smile and wave before heading inside, toeing off your shoes as you shut the door. 

“Alright, Lee. What on earth did you leave for me?” you mumbled, eyes scanning the living room. 

You moved frown the hallway towards your bedroom, peeking in to see a familiar looking box on your bed. 

Smiling you ran over, picking up the note. 

I know I can't be there for you all the time so I'm hoping this will help bring you some comfort for those sleepless nights that I know you have.    

Happy Birthday, Squirt. 

*I'll be picking you up at 6:30 for dinner and drinks so don’t spoil your appetite. * 

You set down the note and began carefully opening the box. You hadn’t gotten a stuffed animal in four years since Andrew’s death, and you were itching to see what Leon had decided on. 

You felt your throat close up when you got sight of the stuffed animal in the box, your eyes immediately watering as you reached in, pulling out the stuffed wolf gently.  

You stared at it for a few seconds before deciding to try and press the paw, not knowing if Leon put a sound in the wolf or not, a bit surprised when a sound came out. 

Not just any sound. 

Your brother's voice from the last voicemail you had from him. 

“Hey squirt, I know you’re at work and that’s why you didn’t answer but I just wanted to say,” the tears started to flow freely as you listened to your brother sing a tone-deaf version of happy birthday before speaking again, “anyway, after blessing your ears,” he laughed that laugh that always made you grin and continued, “happy birthday and be safe. I’ll catch you later. I love you.” and that was the end. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there on your bed, staring and crying over the wolf but you know it was long enough that you Leon had let himself in again, walking down your hallway and stopping at your door, knocking on the door frame. 

Your head snapped up and you launched yourself off the bed and into Leon’s body, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Thank you, Leon.” 

Leon’s arms found home around your shoulders as he hugged you tight, “Of course squirt,” he rested his chin on top of your head, “You know you always got me right?” 

“I know. Thank you for always being there Leon. Every high and low. You were there.” You sniffed. 

Leon’s heart clenched and he let a few tears slip out of his eyes. 

You two stayed like that for a few minutes before you let go, stepping away from him and wiping your tears. 

“God, I’m sorry. I’m a mess and I’m not even ready and- “  

“it’s fine,” he reassured you, wiping his own eyes, “your brother would be so proud of you, you know that.” 

You nodded and Leon smiled, “How about instead of us going out, I order us some food, go down to the gas station and pick us up some drinks, and we just stay in tonight?” 

“I like that idea. Ill grab us some blankets and pillows so we can camp out in the living room tonight.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Leon turned to walk out of your room, but you spoke causing him to turn around. 

“I’m really glad Andrew stopped you from getting beat up that day, Leon.”  

“I would not have gotten beaten up. I could have easily taken those kids,” he answered, “but I’m really glad he did too, squirt.”  

Before he left to go pick up the drinks, he watched as you picked up the wolf he gave you and gently set it next to the wolf that sat on your bed that your brother had gotten you 21 years ago, “what are you going to name him?” 

“I think I’m going to call him Andrew.” You smiled, looking over at Leon, “and he’s going to sit right here next to wolfy since he was given to me by one of the three important guys in my life, just like wolfy was, and they’re going to be good friends.” 

Leon smiled at the two wolves on your bed before shifting his gaze back to you, “I think that’s a great name and a great place for him.” 

As Leon walked out of your bedroom and into the living room, he could’ve sworn he heard a thank you Leon, and not from you. 

But from your brother. 

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#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

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New Years

This is another one of those choose who you want it to be sort of deals, so again I'm just adding tags so this can make its rounds.

Synopsis: after losing your friends in a bar on new years eve, you end up in a corner with a stranger

Word count: unknown, i typed this on my phone

Warnings: kissing a stranger??? Grammar and spelling errors, that should be it?

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You pushed your way past sweaty bodies and drunk dancers, the bar you and your friends usually frequent being more packed than usual thanks to the coming of the new year.

You had tried calling and texting your group with no replies and scoured the entire bar, every nook, cranny, and hiding place you knew of only to come up empty.

Not one member of your group to be found.

You closed your eyes and took a breath before pushing your way to a fairly empty corner, grabbing your phone from your pocket as you dialed one of your friends again.

You waited until it went to voicemail before letting out an annoyed huff, pocketing your phone as you let your head gently rest against the wall, closing your eyes once more.

You suppose you would just have to stay in the corner, waiting for a friend to locate and collect you as if you were a child lost in a store.

“You okay?” Your eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice that seemed louder than everything else in the bar and you immediately jerked away, causing the stranger to hold up his hands, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay and I’m fine. I just seem to have misplaced my friends.” You answered, not being able to stop yourself from looking around once more.

“Yikes. Not the ideal day to lose them.”

You shrugged, “They’ll show up eventually.”

He smiled at you before nodding towards the bar, “Well, can I buy you a drink?”

You thought about it for a second before nodding, “Why not.”

**

You found yourself laughing as you lifted your drink to take a sip, enjoying your time with the guy next to you.

You had forgotten all about your friends, or the fact that everyone was watching the big clock counting down the minutes until the new year.

“If it makes you feel any better, my first day at my job consisted of me getting stuck in the supply closet for a good 15 minutes cause no one told me the humidity made the door stick.”

The man laughed before he was cut off by shouting.

“10…9…8…”

The two of you looked towards the clock and your eyes widened, “wow already?”

“7…6…5…”

The man looked over at you, looking sheepish, “feel free to say no if you’re in a relationship or not into it or whatever, but would you want to be my new years kiss?”

“4…3…2…”

“I would be honored ,” you answered.

1… Happy New Year!” everyone shouted and the man gently cupped your face, bringing you close enough to press his lips to yours.

You felt your stomach knot at the warmth of his mouth, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

He pulled away after a few seconds and you both stared at each other, you opening your mouth to say something but someone called for you.

“There you are!”

You turned away from the man, facing your friend as your friend as you gave him a look, “Where have you guys been? I looked for you everywhere!”

“Clearly not hard enough. Come on, we’re heading back to Holly’s for our first movie night of the new year.”

You turned back to where the man sat to find an empty seat, a frown coming onto your face before your eyes landed on a napkin with some writing on it.

We should do this again sometime. Preferably over a lunch or coffee?

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

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#rafe cameron #jj maybank #pope heyward #nico hischier #quinn hughes #leon kennedy #joel farabee

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Me and my dad just built a bookshelf for the end of my bed😊

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Lucky One ~ Leon Kennedy

synopsis: Leon believes that he's the lucky one in the relationship.

word count: 1,239

warnings: swearing, grammar/spelling mistakes

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Leons eyes moved from the tv to you, your embroidery in hand as you occasionally glanced up to watch the show the two of you were watching before focusing back on what you were doing. 

Your feet were propped on his lap and one of his hands rested on your crossed ankles while his other was draped over the back of the couch. 

Leon truly didn’t understand how he managed to snag you. 

The two of you had met at some dingy little bar, him being with a group of friends and you being there to act as a way out in case your friend's date went south. 

“Oh my god, Leon. Just go talk to her.” Jill told the man, tired of him peeking over his shoulder to look at some girl. 

Leon eyes snapped towards her, “are you crazy? There's no way she’d be into me,” he picked up his beer, taking a drink from it. 

Claire looked over at Chris, nudging him in the ribs before nodding towards Leon. 

“If you don’t go talk to her, I will.” An empty threat from Chris. 

“No, you won't.” 

Well, it was supposed to be an empty threat. 

Chris sighed as he set down his drink, pushing his chair back against the floor before he stood up, looking at Leon who raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Okay, but if I ruin your chances with her because of all this,” he motioned to himself, “don’t come boo-hooing to me every time I bring her along.” 

“Chris!” Claire scolded and he shrugged at his sister, walking backwards towards where you sat. 

“He’s not actually going to do it,” Leon smirked, “he's just trying to get me to intercept him and talk to her first. It's his schtick.”  

And then Leons eyes widened as Chris sat down across from you, hand outstretched and a smile on his face which you returned, shaking his hand. 

“Well, that’s curtain for Leon.” Jill chuckled, raising her drink to her lips. 

“That little fucker.” Leon cursed, looking towards Claire who just held up her hands. 

“I did not want him to do that. I wanted him to give you a pep-talk. That was it.” 

Meanwhile, Chris was being a wingman. 

“Listen, you’re beautiful, but I'm not interested in you,” Chris started, smile on his face causing confusion to cross yours, “my buddy is though,” you turned to look in the direction his head nodded towards, “no, don’t look. We're having a nice little chat up.” Chris told you. 

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“His names Leon and look, from the outside, he looks all rough and tough and like he would rather be anywhere but outside but he’s honestly a really great guy. Little awkward around girls he finds pretty but swell man. Sure, he has his rougher days, but we all do. Those days where you feel like there's no point and you want nothing more than to stay in bed all day and when you get to know him more, you'll understand why. I know you might think I'm bullshitting or whatever, just talking him up, but I honestly would not set you up with him if I thought he was a bad person.” 

You smiled at the man across from you, taking a peek at the table he came from to see a dirty blond man watching the two of you. 

“If I give you my number, will you give it to him?” you asked, grabbing a napkin. 

Chris withdrew a pen from his pocket and handed it to you, “I'd be more than happy to,” he grinned, watching as you scrawled down your number. 

Once you handed it to him, he bid you goodbye before getting up and heading back toward the table where Claire was shaking her head as Leon shot him a glare. 

“Chris-” his sister started but was cut off by him placing a napkin in front of Leon. 

“You’re welcome,” he stated as Leons eyes dropped to the napkin, seeing your name and number scrobbled on it before looking back up to your table where you smiled and waved at him. 

He waved back as Chris plopped back down in his chair, “you can buy my drinks for the rest of the night.” 

“Lee?” 

Your foot moving slightly caused Leons hand to tighten a bit, keeping your feet on his lap as he was brought back to the present. 

“I'm sorry? What did you say, my love?” 

You giggled, leaning forward to brush his bangs out of his eyes, “I asked if you felt like cooking tonight?”  

Leon grabbed your hand as you pulled it away from his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “not necessarily.” 

You nodded, placing down your project on the coffee table as you swung your legs off of your boyfriend. 

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked, still holding onto your hand. 

“To start dinner. I lost track of time and if I don’t start now, it’ll be oatmeal tonight.” You joked and Leon shook his head. 

“No, sit down. You’ve cooked the last couple of times,” He pulled you into his lap as he grabbed his phone, “since I don’t want to cook and you’ve cooked enough the past week, I'll just order us something. Get it delivered to us or I'll pick it up. Doesn’t matter to me.”  

“It's not a big deal Leon. I can whip us up something.” You tried and Leon just placed a kiss to your lips. 

“All you're doing tonight is deciding what you want to eat.” 

You sighed and Leon smiled, knowing he won. 

“It's Friday?” Leon nodded to answer your question and you shrugged, “could kind of go for some fish from the bar.”  

“I'll call the bar and place an order for pickup then.”  

You smiled, running a hand through his hair, “how did I get so lucky land you?” 

Leon shook his head, leaning forward, “I'm the lucky one here, my love,” he whispered against your lips before pressing them together. 

“What makes you say that?” You asked when you pulled away for some air. 

“You’re beautiful, smart, and kind. You’re understanding of my job and always there after a mission, helping me with any injuries I got. You remind me why I do what I do. Well, why I do what I was forced to do.” your hands went to his cheeks, thumbs rubbing over his cheekbones as he leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a couple of seconds before opening them and looking into your eyes, “you’re the light at the end of the tunnel for me. The reason I make sure I come home every time.” He took your hands off his cheeks and brought you close for another kiss, “I am definitely the lucky one.” 

You leaned forward and kissed his nose after he pulled away, “Let’s just say we’re both lucky,” you told him and he smiled before reaching across you, grabbing his phone from the end table. 

“Now, you keep working on your project while I get our food ordered.” 

You patted his cheek twice as he searched up the local bars number before leaning forward and grabbing your embroidery from the table in front of you, shifting to lean against him. Leon’s arm snaked around your waist, and he made himself comfortable, his fingers drawing shaped on your skin as he placed your order. 

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#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader

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Im trying this thing where I go back to one WIP a day that I abandoned and finishing it.

So far, one down, at least 30 to go.

Maybe two a day.

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me the actual nanosecond i started watching the new pjo series

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Me when talking about the books to new Percy Jackson fans who have only watched the show:

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Santa Looks Familiar

So, I thought of this while on my drive home yesterday from work. I decided it was finally time to listen to Christmas music willingly and so I put on my playlist, appropriately named tis the season bitches, and I forgot I had Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy (Travis Tritt version courtesy of my mother) on it and this came to be.

I just couldn't think of who I wanted it to be so I made it as vague as possible so you can imagine whoever you wanted it to be. Sports player, video game character, movie character, whoever. I'm just going to add some tags so this can make it's rounds.

Happy Holidays folks.

synopsis: your daughter notices that Santa looks kind of familiar. Almost kind of like daddy?

warnings: none except probably grammar/spelling, and one mention of beer

word count: 1,075

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“Asher, wake up, wake up.” The young boy groaned, flipping onto his side as he pulled the blanket up higher. “Asher, come on. Santa’s here.” 

Asher’s eyes shot open as he sat up, “really?” He asked his older sister and she nodded, putting a finger to her lips. 

“We gotta be really quiet though.” She whispered before motioning for her little brother to follow her.  

The two of them creeped out of the bedroom and into the hallway, keeping low as the peeked through the banister, looking down into the living room as the man in the red suit put the last of the gifts under the tree, standing up afterwards. 

“That’s the last of them,” the siblings heard him say and Lily furrowed her eyebrows. 

The voice sounded familiar to her, but she shook her head. 

How many times had she thought she heard their mother’s voice, but it turned out to be a complete stranger? 

“Look, Lily. He’s going for the cookies.” Asher nudged her and she watched as he reached over, snagging a couple of the cookies, taking a bite of one. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” 

The two trained their eyes on their mother who was walking over to Santa before stopping in front of him, hands on her hip. 

“Santa tax,” he shrugged before holding a cookie out to her, “you really outdid yourself on these. They’re amazing. Here, open up.”  

Their mother rolled her eyes before opening her mouth, the kids' eyes widening as Santa popped the cookie into her mouth before his arms snaked around her waist pulling her close. 

“Uh oh. He better be careful or daddy’s going to beat him up,” Asher whispered to Lily and Lily squinted at the two. 

She watched the two adults for another minute before grabbing her little brother's arm. 

“Come on. Let's go before they catch us.” She whispered, softly tugging him back to his bedroom.  

She tucked Asher back into bed, saying good night before shutting the door until it was only open a crack. 

She glanced between her room and the stairs before heading towards the stairs, going down them as quietly as she could. 

She didn’t see her mother, but she did see Santa, his back turned to her as he drank the milk. 

The little girl cleared her throat and the man in the red suit froze, swallowing the milk in his mouth before turning towards her. 

“Well, if it isn’t miss Lily. What are you doing up and out of bed?” he questioned before leaning down, dropping his voice to a whisper, “you know, I take away presents from kids who aren’t in bed when I come right?” 

Lily stared into his eyes, the eyes that seemed oh so familiar with the same twinkle and color. 

“Daddy, is that you?”  

Santa raised an eyebrow, “now why would you think I’m your father?” 

“Well, you sound like him, and your eyes are the same,” she started. 

“A lot of people share the same eyes and voice as your dad.” He shrugged and she cocked her head. 

“And you’re not fat.” Lily was blunt with her words. 

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Lily May.”  

“And you know my middle name. No one knows my middle name except mom and dad.” She stated matter-of-factly and he narrowed his eyes. 

“I’m Santa. I know everyone’s middle name. I know your middle name and Asher’s. I even know your parents' middle names.” 

“If you’re not dad, then why did you hug mom?” 

Santa waited a second before responding, “because all your dad wanted for Christmas was for your mom to make sure she was very loved and in order for that to happen, I had to hug her very tight so she could feel the love from you guys.”  

Lily blinked at him, “really?” 

Santa nodded, “yep. There’s no way to wrap love up and just hand it to someone. You have to give it to them through hugs.” 

“Oh,” Lily said, her eyes casting downwards before she turned them back towards Santa, “I’m sorry for getting out of bed and eavesdropping but between us,” she leaned in close, “my dad would’ve hurt you if he saw you hugging mom like that. He’s very protective of his family so I was just looking out for you.” She whispered. 

“Ah I see,” he smiled before reaching behind him and grabbing a cookie from the plate, handing it to her, “well, since you were looking out for me, I think I can overlook yoy being out of bed this one time.” He told her with a wink, and she grinned, nodding her head as she took the cookie from him and turned back towards the stairs. 

“Merry Christmas Santa.” She told him before heading back to her bedroom.  

“Merry Christmas Lily.” 

** 

Your eyes moved from your book to your husband as he came into the bedroom, removing the fake beard and hat.  

“Did you enjoy your milk, Santa?” You teased and he shrugged. 

“It was aright but between the two of us, I’m more of a beer guy.” He grinned before beginning to get changed from the costume to his pajamas and you bookmarked your page, setting the book on your bight stand. 

“What took you so long anyway honey?” 

He took a breath and looked over at you. “A very close call with Lil.” 

Your eyes widened. “Oh god.” 

“It's okay. I’m a fast thinker.  Explained any suspicions of Santa being daddy away. Many people have the same eye color and voice. Of course I know her middle name, I know everyone’s middle name.” he chuckled as he came over to his side and climbed into bed, “and that Santa was hugging mom because all dad wanted was for mom to know she was loved,” he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to your head as you blushed, throwing an arm over his waist. 

“I love you,” you told him, pecking his lips. 

“I love you too.” 

“You know she’ll figure it out eventually, right? Two years from now she could look back on this moment and put two and two together. That Santa and daddy looked an awful lot alike.” You told him. 

He shushed you as he closed his eyes. “Let's push that thought far away from us and just enjoy the fact that our kids still believe in Santa.”  

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#rafe cameron #nico hischier #quinn hughes #leon kennedy #pierre luc dubois #jj maybank #pope heyward

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googledocs you are getting awfully uppity for something that can’t differentiate between “its” and “it’s” correctly